A nice dinner is expensive, after all, and she should be grateful.As repulsive as it sounds, I find myself falling for it again and again.So I formed an experiment: I decided to spend the entire weekend exclusively eating food provided for me by men.

When did dropping $20 on a pizza become the admission price to a woman’s panties?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about greasy food and sexy action.

One of my personal fantasies is having someone feed me buffalo wings while I’m on top.

But my straight male friends tell me that after taking a girl out for a dinner date, they expect something in return.

Around 2 am, drunkry (drunk-hungry) pangs hit, so I began scouting guys who’d potentially be down to grab drunk food with me.

Eventually, I roped a guy into snagging me a slice.We’d been talking at the bar and he seemed nonthreatening.“I’m hungry,” I texted the guy I’ve been talking to for the past few weeks.He responded nearly immediately: “I can come over with pizza and wine.” I paused, because I knew “come over” didn’t mean chilling on the couch and watching “Broad City.” We were going to have sex.At least, that’s probably where he was hoping things would lead.If I wanted pizza that night, I’d have to have him as a topping. I was tired of the fact that performing a nice deed for a woman — fixing something around the house, buying food, giving her oral sex — had to go hand-in-hand with penis-in-vagina.